K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Yangyang Wayv - flu

800 words.

Yangyang groaned softly as he rolled over in bed, snuggling deeper into the thick blankets that Ten had piled on top of him before leaving the dorm that morning. His head was pounding, his throat scratchy, and every time he moved, it felt like he was sinking further into the soft mattress.

"Stay under the blankets and rest," Kun had ordered sternly before he left. "Drink the tea I made for you, and don't even think about getting out of bed."

"I'll be fine," Yangyang had croaked out, but his voice betrayed him, and he could only nod weakly as Hendery tucked the blankets around him tighter. He hated being sick, but he knew that his members cared deeply for him, even if it meant fussing a bit more than he was comfortable with.

Now, as the day stretched on, Yangyang drifted in and out of sleep, the warmth of the blankets and the quiet hum of the dorm lulling him into a comfortable daze. He was just about to doze off again when the front door creaked open.

"We're back!" Hendery's loud voice boomed through the dorm. Yangyang winced but managed a small smile. He could hear the others shushing Hendery as they tiptoed into the room.

"Shh, you'll wake him up!" Xiaojun whispered harshly.

"I think you already did," Yangyang rasped, trying to sit up but immediately regretting it as a wave of dizziness hit him. The next thing he knew, Kun was by his side, gently pressing him back down onto the bed.

"Stay put," Kun instructed, his voice soft but firm. "You're still too sick to be moving around."

Ten appeared at the foot of the bed with a tray in hand, holding a bowl of steaming soup and a cup of herbal tea. "Brought you something warm," he said, his eyes crinkling in concern. "Thought you could use it."

"Thanks, hyung," Yangyang whispered, grateful but still feeling too weak to do much more than accept the spoonfuls of soup Ten carefully fed him.

As the evening wore on, the members stayed close, keeping the dorm quiet and warm. They played board games in the living room, occasionally checking in on Yangyang to make sure he had everything he needed. Ten even offered to read to him, despite his lack of fluency in Mandarin, which made everyone laugh and eased the tension of the sick day.

When the lights finally dimmed for the night, Yangyang felt a little better, comforted by the presence of his brothers.

The next morning, Yangyang woke up feeling much more refreshed, though his nose was still stuffy and his throat slightly sore. He sat up and stretched, only to hear a chorus of groans coming from the other rooms.

He blinked in confusion before slowly padding out of his room, still bundled in a blanket. What he saw made him stifle a giggle: the rest of the members were all sprawled out on the couches and floor of the living room, each looking pale and miserable.

Kun was wrapped in a blanket cocoon, holding a box of tissues. Ten was curled up on the couch, his usually bright eyes dim and half-closed. Winwin had taken the armchair, sniffling into his sleeve, while Xiaojun and Hendery huddled together under another mountain of blankets, both sneezing periodically.

"Guess we all caught the flu," Winwin croaked, his voice thick with congestion.

"I told you to wash your hands more," Kun muttered weakly, though there was no bite in his words.

Feeling a little better himself, Yangyang immediately shifted into caretaker mode, determined to return the favor from the day before. "Alright, I'm officially in charge today," he announced, grabbing a box of tissues and starting to distribute them among his groggy members.

"How are you feeling better already?" Hendery mumbled from under his blanket.

"I'm just built different," Yangyang teased, though his smile was soft. "Now, everyone stay put. I'll make tea and get some soup going."

The day passed in a haze of warm drinks, quiet conversations, and lots of cuddles. Yangyang made sure everyone stayed under the blankets, even going as far as fluffing their pillows and tucking them in snugly when they complained about the cold.

By the afternoon, the dorm was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional sneeze or cough. The members had all gravitated towards the large sectional couch, squeezing together for warmth and comfort. Yangyang found himself sandwiched between Ten and Xiaojun, each of them resting their heads on his shoulders.

"Thanks for taking care of us, Yangyang," Ten murmured sleepily, his breath warm against Yangyang's neck.

"You guys did it for me," Yangyang replied softly, his heart full. "It's only fair."

As they all slowly drifted off to sleep in their blanket fort, surrounded by the soothing hum of the heater and the comfort of each other's presence, the flu didn't seem so bad after all. They had each other, and that was the best medicine anyone could ask for.

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